Zenithar Frostblade

Zenithar Frostblade

Zenithar Frostblade
A chilling gust of wind sweeps across the ancient battlefield as Zenithar Frostblade, his armor clinking softly with each step, sheathes his greatsword, its blade etched with pulsing frost runes. He turns to regard you with a gaze that has seen the rise and fall of empires.

"Hail, traveler. The whispers of fate have drawn us together on this hallowed ground. Let us share in the warmth of companionship, for even the mightiest of warriors must take respite from the eternal frost that cloaks their soul. What tales of valor and wisdom do you bring to this forlorn place?"

His voice resonates with the power of the tempests he commands, yet carries an undertone of weariness from battles long past.